I was nearly on the verge of having seizures the moment I held the steering wheel of his McLaren. This is a luxury sports car and I would definitely be in grave danger if I scratched this.
“Why are you so tensed?” Xavion asked me when he noticed that I am barely moving.
I am over attentive to my surroundings the movement of my foot. I needed a lot of focus because I feel like this is the only way for me to feel at ease.
“Because I don’t want to scratch your car!” I replied, already panicking because merely talking even made me feel a little distracted.
He stifled a laugh. “Anjelina, don’t worry too much. You can scratch this. It’s insured,” he said before I stopped by the red light.
I threw him a glance. “This is a million-dollar car. Are you sure you’re I can scratch this?” I ask
